This is the fourth day of Dave & Lisa's (mis)adventures in the Caribbean. You may want to read the previous chapters to understand the story line and appreciate the various relationships.
WARNING: This is a
long story
. Period. For those of you like character build-up, a reasonable amount of realism, and some mystery, I think it will be worth your time.
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When Dave awoke he groggily remembered a fantastical dream where he chased his wife through the surf but she swam away with a mermaid's tail. He had found her again far out at sea, but she was copulating with a whale with Pablo's face who whispered 'it will be the best" over and over again.
He had an even stranger half-remembrance of another dream where he was being smothered by a very large and open vagina while his own giant-sized cock was being licked and sucked. The vagina had lifted up wetly for a moment and he had looked down towards his feet between two hanging breasts to see Cody's beautiful face smiling at him - only next to it was Armand's head bobbing up and down on his cock.
Dave shook his head with a mixture of revulsion and excitement and the resulting pain wiped away any memory of the two already-hazy dreams. He kept his eyes closed as the pain faded and he gradually became aware of his surroundings. The sound of raindrops came to him from somewhere off to his right and he felt the cool slickness of satin sheets around him. His head lay on a soft pillow and he could smell the enticing aroma of eggs, bacon and coffee.
The latter smell convinced him to open his eyes to a distant ceiling with cloudy skylights. Turning carefully to the right he found Lisa's familiar face sleeping peacefully next to him. It struck him that she looked more content than he could recently remember.
But that might be because she's sound asleep
, came a cynical voice from within.
He sat up slowly, wincing still the pain in his head. He was on a huge bed in a spacious, nicely-furnished room with a row of windows overlooking the ocean. The clouds were thick and rolling towards them and there was a gentle rain against the windows. It seemed like a perfect morning to sleep in, but the smell of breakfast and coffee irresistibly drew his sleepy eyes to a tray at the end of the bed.
There was a note lying on one of several covered dishes.
He glanced over at his wife sleeping peacefully and decided not to wake her yet. His memory was fuzzy about the details of last night and he wasn't sure yet where his dreams stopped and reality began; he did have a bad feeling about confronting her just yet, so he decided to give her a few more minutes of blissful unconsciousness.
He crawled painfully towards the foot of the bed, noting with mild curiosity that he had gone to sleep in the nude – he lifted the sheet briefly and noted that the same was true of his wife. When he reached the tray he took a welcome sip of coffee before opening the note, which read:
"Good morning, friends! I hope you slept well and are feeling much better. I have to go to the capital for business and will be back tomorrow. Please feel free to relax and recover this morning – my servants will see to all your needs." He signed it: "Tu amigo, Armand."
Dave wondered what had happened after he had passed out – or lost his memory, or whatever it was that had occurred. With his state of mind, they (whoever it had been) had probably put him directly to bed.
He peeked in the tray to have a look at breakfast, but as the events of last night began filtering back he began to feel queasy and quickly dropped the lid back down. Glancing over at his wife again he started to hope that everything he was now vaguely remembering was just an awful dream.
He had just begun searching for his clothes when a side door opened and Cody bounced in, wearing a large white robe and smiling broadly. He quickly pulled up a corner of the blanket to cover his nudity. "Can you believe this place?" She flounced onto the bed, ignoring his state of undress, and Dave grimaced at the bouncing and Lisa groaned and rolled over. "Oh! Is she still asleep?" Cody stage-whispered.
Lisa sat up slowly, gazing blearily at the two. "Hola!" she smiled at Cody, before the sound of her own voice made her cradle her head in pain. It was a full minute before she crawled down the bed to join Dave and Cody at the large food cart, oblivious to her own nudity.
"How are you feeling?" Dave asked cautiously.
"My head's killing me…" she responded slowly, "but maybe that coffee I smell will help some." She took a sip from the mug he handed her, then removed the cover of one the breakfast trays. "That was some band, huh?" she asked, more quietly now. "I've never danced so much in my life! I feel sore all over…"
"So you remember that?" Dave asked cautiously. He watched her bare breasts swaying in front of him as she lifted one of the plates and he thought of Pablo's chest pressed against them on the beach.
"Yeah – I wasn't
that
drunk. We were dancing, making out, and then you…" She had just speared a long sausage link and was bringing it to her mouth when she paused.
She looked down at the sausage curiously for a moment, then her eyes drifted up, taking on a blank look as she slowly lowered the fork. His wife was looking a little pale, Dave thought.
"Are you okay?" Cody asked.
"I…I don't feel so good," Lisa mumbled weakly. Keeping her eyes lowered, she carefully crawled off the bed, affording Dave a direct view between her naked ass cheeks.
Her pussy lips and even the puckered skin around her asshole appeared raw and glistened all over with some dried substance. As she lifted her right leg to climb off the bed, her lips pulled open momentarily and Dave could see creamy white strands stretching between them like a web. He felt a simultaneous pulsing in his groin and clenching in his gut, like his body couldn't tell whether to be turned on or disgusted.
When she finally got to her feet, Lisa's face was positively green and Dave thought for a moment that she would faint. Cody got off the bed to help her, but Lisa pushed her away and lurched to the bathroom door, shutting it loudly behind her.
"I'm sure she'll feel better soon. I had to lie in bed a little while after I woke up, but now I feel fine." She shrugged and sat down in front of the breakfast trays, quickly picking up Lisa's discarded fork.
Dave shook his head, which was already feeling better, and decided to set aside the whole issue with Lisa for now. His mind was still fuzzy and he wasn't sure he really wanted to sort through reality and paranoid dream. Some of the images sporadically bubbling up to his consciousness made him very afraid of what would happen to his world if even some of them were real.
"And what about you, young lady?" Dave attempted a cheerful tone in his question to Cody, who had started in hungrily on breakfast. "Where did you sleep last night?"
Cody looked up with wide-eyed innocence. "I slept by myself in that room across the hall, thank you very much!"
"Do you even
remember
